2020-12-09 2:00:39 ¶ ● I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me ‘cause I couldn’t make you love me and I’m tired of pulling your teeth. Wishbone by Richard Siken
2020-12-16 2:00:38 ¶ ● ⬈ kabunian:so it’s summer, so it’s suicide, so we’re helpless in sleep and struggling at the bottom of the pool.RICHARD SIKEN, Little Beast from Crush (2008)
